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What Are Some Lessons I Learned?

That’s what I’m going to share about this journey. I might even write a few articles about this as I ruminate on the crapshoot of a year that was 2020, the dumpster fire, the nuclear explosion, the aliens dropping their radioactive waste into our atmosphere, or the crack in the space-time continuum sucking us into a negative universe…

I’m not sure what the reason was, well… I have my suspicions as an intuitive. Either way, we survived!

We all learned a lot about ourselves, our communities, and our world.

What did I learn about writing while evading a raptor riding…


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A Dark, Humorous, Urban Fantasy Story

Tharmit the marmot beared no resemblance to a marmot. The stocky dwarf walked into the gas station, shoving a frail human to the side. His bulky armor clanged through the aisle. Passing an end cap full of chips, the battle-axe hanging at his side caught the edges, tearing the bags open and spilling fried potatoes onto the floor.

As always, Tharmit made his way to one thing, the fuel of his life. He swung the door to the soda cooler open, almost breaking the glass when it slammed into the next. …


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If you’re reading this, looking for help with depression and your mental health, you’re on the right path. As humans, we yearn to grow and learn, bettering ourselves. The path to growth is riddled with potholes, roadblocks, and gigantic walls standing in our way to happiness.

When you take up arms against the monster of depression, you go to war. As the old Latin says,

“Si vis pacem, para bellum”
“If you want peace, prepare for war.”

War is not to be taken lightly. There will be casualties along the way. You need to plan. You need to prepare.

Years…


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The New Year is on its way. I launched my Patreon earlier today. My reader audience is growing. Overall, the year was successful.

I should be happy.

I’m not.

Depression sucks.

I’ve done pretty well this year. My creative path keeps my monsters at bay. Artwork, writing, hearing how people love my work, it all helps.

Yet, that monster is still there, shaking the cage he’s locked in, weakening my defenses. He bangs, yells, fights to get free.

He escaped.

I think the combination of loneliness on the holidays, being away from family and friends, and seeing many beloved trees…


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The past few months have been, well let’s put it nicely, bathing in the fires of Satan’s hot tub would have felt wonderful. We bought a car — the dealer tried to hide a faulty engine. Four conventions in a row were phenomenally bad. Artists and authors walked out of one early. That’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Imagine when I find an email from CJ, a fantasy author, asking if my Fury cover was made by a certain designer — let’s call them Bob — when it wasn’t.

*smacks head on the table*

Bob didn’t design my cover…


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Standing at my table during a pop culture convention, I watched as a man in black slacks and a collared shirt stood in the center aisle, staring at me in the distance. A reader asked me questions as I explained my fantasy series.

My peripheral vision watched the mysterious man who seemed intrigued by my booth. The reader and I talked for a few more minutes. They purchased a book and went on their way.

As I reset my display, filling the hole made by the missing book, the mysterious man approached. He explained he was with a marketing company…


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Are you struggling with depression? I’ve been battling it for years. The first step was acknowledging I had depression and finding help. Once I found help, I had to discover what energized my daily life.

Over and over, I would hear, “You have to start the day by making your bed.”

Making the bed doesn’t work for me.

Depression saps our energy. The shadowy monster reaches out from the depths of our soul, cloaking our energetic self in darkness. We can’t find any light, any energy to keep us moving.

So we sit.

We sleep.

We don’t move.

For me…


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When you’re depressed, it’s difficult to find ways to lift you out of the darkness. The demon clutches your soul, dragging you down to the depths of despair. It carries you deep into an abyss, drowning you, and stifling your ability to move, think, or feel positively. It fills you with overwhelming despair, sadness, indifference, and other negative feelings.

Note: This article is not a replacement for professional medical advice. If you are experiencing depression or other mental illness, please reach out to a qualified medical professional.

Years ago, I sat down and made a decision.

I was depressed.

It…


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When you start writing, it’s common to ask, “Should I use a pen name?”

There are many opinions on the subject. Some writers agree with pen names while others disagree. Their reasons are their own, but I find most disagreement is related to a need for personal acknowledgment.

Why Do I Use a Pen Name?

When I started writing, writing was for me and only me. There came a time when I knew I needed to publish my work. This would entail releasing my fiction to the public.

Not a problem.

My fiction is action-packed, entertaining, urban fantasy. I felt comfortable letting the world read this material.


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The world is designed to fight against perfection. In the eyes of modern media, perfection is the model smiling family, and other angelic, happy people they choose to push through their media outlets.

Over and over we see signs, television shows, news clips, and other media that reinforces modern culture’s view — if you aren’t happy, you are broken.

You are not broken.

You are human.

People are afraid of their faults. They are afraid of weakness. As someone who fights depression, I find that I am stronger than those who deny our existence.

If I was asked, “Are there…

Will O'Shire

Creating action-packed urban fantasy stories filled with magic, myth, and monsters in my pajama pants. I also write about depression, anxiety, and life.

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